The Dark Lords Daughter

Admitting

The next morning, I noticed a box full of bags of blood. I was actually surprised that he took it so well, but then again, I'm sure anything that had to do with me at this point would not come as a shock to him.

I quickly sank my protruding fangs into a bag and sucked it dry. The satisfaction of quenching my vampiric thirst was a feeling that can't be described, but I guess if I had to, I would say that it was like an orgasm in my mouth. After the blood set into my system, I made my way down for real breakfast, only to find a letter on the table, "what's this?"

"I assume your boyfriend wants to make sure you are alright," he folded his paper enough to see me, "You should wipe your chin before appearing in front of people."

My eyes widened and I quickly rubbed the blood off my chin with my sleeve, "uh, thank you, professor, and Mercer is NOT my boyfriend."

"Yet, you were so willing to let him suck on your neck." He stated as he continued to read with me out of sight.

"I was intoxicated! And in the moment, I thought he was... Nevermind. " I didn't remember much, but all I could see was Severus in my memories, not Mercer.

"Mhmm." Was all he managed to say behind his paper.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a plate of food, and went into the living room to eat, tossing the letter from Mercer into the fire. Severus can be such an arse most of the time, but my heart fluttered when I thought about the few times that he actually seemed like he had a heart.

Last night, for example, was a complete shock. Him offering up his own blood to help me, something that I view as an intimate act, made me feel hot and my face turned slightly red.

As I ate in silence, random memories from my childhood creeped up to the front of my thoughts. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes I will catch myself being dragged down by the trauma. I shook my head and quickly swallowed the last few bites I had before returning my plate to the kitchen sink, Severus still sitting there reading the paper.

"Don't you have a life?" I teased.

"I did before you came around."

I scoffed, but then quietly remarked, "if that were true, they would have found someone else to look after me."

I honestly didn't expect him to hear me, and it was mostly just me talking shit, but I guess it hit some nerve because he tossed his paper across the table and practically stomped into his study. I shrugged, not my fault he is so sensitive.

After that, the day was pretty quiet and it progressed so slowly. Obviously, there wasn't much to do in a potions professor's home. As one can imagine, there wasn't even a TV, just a bunch of old books and scrolls. It amazes me that Severus hasn't yet died from boredom. Unfortunately, the only choices of entertainment I have are to do some school work or read some of the books from the bookshelf. So, for the next week while Severus continued to sulk about my comment, I decided to read through some of the material he owned.

To be honest, I learned quite a lot, more than I would have in any Hogwarts class. I was pleased to find that he had such good taste in written works. However, the more time I spent alone, the more frequent the traumatic memories tried to front themselves. Sometimes, it feels like I am reliving them, but that is only if I can't push them aside quick enough.

Severus had said that he didn't want to be kept in the dark, and yet, he had been avoiding me all week. Was what I said really that bad? I felt like I should apologize, especially if he has been hurt about it this whole time. I worked up the courage to knock on his study door to apologize, but all I got was silence. I cracked open the door and peaked in, "professor?"